Name: The Code of Saint Incy's
Duration: P00H02M30S
Description: A spoken song about compassion, spite, and unknowability. Recorded with string and a paper cup for a microphone, in a home kitchen studio. No spiders were harmed in the making of this work.

The Code of Saint Incy's

by Mark D Price

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A spoken song about compassion, spite, and unknowability. Recorded with string and a paper cup for a microphone, in a home kitchen studio. No spiders were harmed in the making of this work.

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The Code of Saint Incy's

In the coal-house at the end of the yard
She built a refuge: a cardboard box
With sixteen other boxes neat inside it.
She made a special sign for the roof
Saint Incy's Hospital For Wounded Spiders.
Below this – she wrote the code.
We will never feed the weak or injured
To a more aggressive species.

Brisk business that autumn.
When friends phoned she ran
With her plastic tumbler and a postcard
To extract half-drowned bath-tub victims
Clenched like knots of blackend nerve.
By November Saint Incy's was nearly at capacity.
Coal-house spiders came, as visitors.
She had favourites of course
But kept her professional distance
And kept them all safe, kept the code.
We will never feed the weak or injured
To a more aggressive species.

One night - a call from an older girl
Crying about a wolf-spider in her boot. She
Grabbed her ambulance and ran to the address but
No one answered. The house was empty.

Walking home she passed two boys who said hello
And laughed. She knew something was wrong.
She didn't know what until she turned the corner
And there, rising over the wall of her yard
Immense and horrifying - clouds of smoke.
Saint Incy's was burning! Saint Incy's was burning!

She ran into the coal house to save her patients
Tried to drag the blazing hospital out. Eyes streaming,
Hands blistered, shaking, screaming, it was too late.
Saint Incy's...was gone.
And with it the code.

That was many years ago. But still
She makes a special sign upon her brow,
And it is not the Cross,
Nor sign for any God we know.

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released May 22, 2020
Words and music by Mark D Price

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